Although it's flattering to discover that yes, people do miss reading what I write when i go awol, it's slightly less flattering to discover what they are really missing...

Is the guest blogger within this section.

A certain inky-pawed individual who seems to have developed something of a cult following off the back of his - what can we call it - threat/love letter (a love thretter?) to that well-known keeper of the Kringle, the Man Formerly Known As St Nick...

Satan Claws.

Which would of course, make said guest blogger a cat. Yep, a cat. I have been outwritten by a moggy who at any given hour is either eating, sleeping, or whinging about the fact that he is not indulging in both at the same time. Picture a cat asleep with his head in a bowl of mince, and you will have a fairly accurate picture. 

So, ladies and gentlemen, I promise you this; Osky The Spy will be back. With bells on. Possibly with a muzzle too, but that's between him and his editor. Me.